Holy crap -- it's, like, a new year and everything! That means an entirely new number at the end of
every date. I'm struggling to cope.
Good things to happen to me over these holidays included the first occasion on which I was recognised by a complete stranger for my
Monkey Fluids shirt -- hi to Sarah from New World in Warkworth. (Was it Sarah? I'm reliably shit at remembering names -- you know who you are.) Also, confirmation of my suspicion that I am an
idol to teenagers worldwide. The tumescence of my ego rests squarely upon their heads. You heard me.
Less good things included the observation that a vast percentage of visitors over the last few weeks have been people searching various engines for
horse fucking, drawn like moths to a flame to the title of
this recent post. Actually, I lie -- that was one of the good things, too.
Enough reminiscence -- on with the show...